3.12.2014

Roasted Mushrooms

Forgive me readers, for I have sinned. It's been 2.75 months since my last post. I blame the polar vortex, also responsible for me wearing pajamas to chauffeur family members, refusing to take out the trash, and clinging to my bed until someone holding a backpack and a trumpet cries out, "Mom...I'm gonna be late!" Never mind that all the while I was cooking, baking, and not sharing. Finally it's warm enough to type.

Miracles are everywhere, at least that's what it says on the wall of the bathroom at my yoga studio. I consider this mushroom dish to be right up there with the U.S. Olympic Hockey Team upsetting the Russians in 1980. Husband Todd says I exaggerate. Perhaps. Still, when it's negative 55 degrees with the wind chill, a healthy, hot meal feels like a miracle to me.